A few weeks ago, in the midst of all our excitement and end-of-the-school-year business, the world suddenly seemed to screech to a halt. An unhealthy situation was revealed at school, and we found ourselves wondering how something like this could happen at a place full of people we love and trust.
(M's homeroom teacher, as always, has been nothing but amazing for him, and she had no part in this trouble. If you ever read this Mrs. D, you know how much we love and appreciate you!)
While the involved person's intentions may have been good, this mistake was unexcusable. Apologies are all well and good, but the damage had been done. The thought of returning to the classroom made M throw up out of dread and anxiety. This kid who loves school and lives to learn new things suddenly no longer wanted to go.
I really went back and forth about what to do. Early summer break? I was tempted. But knowing that we won't be back next year had me worried that he might build up the fear and dread in his mind, and then when we finally returned in 14 months, he wouldn't want to go back at all. Regular days at school, except for the offending classroom was another option, and it's one I still think could have worked out ok. But in the end, after a long weekend with plenty of
to take his mind off of it, he was ready to put it behind him, return to school, and move on. I am so proud of him.
He had something to overcome, and he did. He faced an awful situation head on and came through the other side stronger.
And of course slowly, the world started spinning again. I guess that's one way to take your mind off the last day countdown! Two and a half days left!